The first true CFNM experience I remember experiencing occurred when I went to college over ten years ago. I had to get a physical from a school doctor to participate in sports.
Now, my pediatrician growing up was a woman, but she usually checked my penis and testicles by placing her hand under my boxers and feeling to make sure that everything was fine. To be sure, these experiences excited me, but I do not think they were truly CFNM experiences.
I did not expect this physical to be any different. If anything, I assumed that a man would conduct the physical because I was going out for a men's team. I was incorrect. The doctor was not a man. The doctor was a woman in her late forties or early fifties, with gray hair and was maybe twenty extra pounds. She wore blue slacks and a white jacket. Her office was on the first floor of the building, overlooking a hill with some other buildings on campus below it, and had plenty of natural light streaming into it.
The physical started off in a routine manner. The doctor measured my height, weight, and blood pressure. She had me remove my shirt so that she could listen to me inhale, she checked my reflexes, and she examined my ears and throat. She had me stand up and told me to remove my pants because she had to check me for hernias. I stood up, pulled down my jeans, and stood there in my blue boxers. But I had not done enough.
The doctor chuckled a little, and then confidently said three words that will stick with me for the rest of my life: "Drop your drawers." I hesitated. I had never had a hernia test. Was this normal? I looked at her, and her eyes expressed a sentiment similar to "get on with it." So, I pulled down my boxers and stood naked in front of her. She had a small smile on her face. Seeing this hint of amusement, my penis started to grow. The small smile stayed on the doctor's face, and she asked how I was liking school so far. I stammered something out, and she grasped my left testicle and told me to turn my head and cough. I did. She repeated the drill with her hand on my right testicle. By this time, I had half an erection. She looked at me, smiled, and told me that I could pull my boxers up.
Now only half naked (but still half erect), the doctor had me bend over and examined my back for scoliosis. Afterwards, she told me I could get dressed. I did so, and never saw her again during my time in college.
I have read that doctors see naked people all the time and supposedly make nothing of it. I do not believe that entirely. This doctor's chuckle, when combined with the way she said, "Drop your drawers" and her smile afterward made me think that she enjoyed the power differential. I was an extremely fit man, and I was completely naked in front of her. Daylight was streaming in on my naked body. It was erotic. What is more, I heard that other people had odd experiences at their physicals. Perhaps she also told them to "drop your drawers."
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